Poetry is my public apology, for loving
     And hurting you too much. I bleed
In adjectives. My scars appear
Randomly at the last pages
Of your old notebooks.
     I am revision. I am bare.
I do not know darkness which can
Shadow me, but this: that you
Can see, somehow, this cosmos,
     This timeless chaos,
The divine, the celestial, guiding you
     To count on, and count
     And count and count
          The stars again.*

© 2016 J.S.P.

I love you

greed and desire
toxic and poison
love and hate
you and me
we are dangerous for each other but do we care
the world can stop and stare
as we take turns to love and despair
you are mine and I am yours
we are one and I love you and the pain that comes with it
you are mine and I don't care
the world can stop and stare I don't care